Joan Schuman

Skin rubbed smooth

What lies beneath, skin next to other skins, the outer interior of objects, excised stories. Sound artists explore the palimpsest in Liminal Sounds.

Stylus on wax, like a tattoo. Chisel and brush, pigment. An imagined layering of hides and rind and peel. Let it roll off the tongue. Allow the m … p …s …t … to slither, joyfully, audibly, to conjoin into a tangle of consonants. Palimpsest, then.

Start there where images, stories, sounds—even time—bleeds through a top layer. Stand before canvases erased, never knowing what is buried.